[ Even stranger is, when compared to everyone else wandering around in the cookhouse, he hadn't even noticed the ears before now. Is he really that distracted? Well, yes, probably. Now he can't help but frown at them. ]

If it is a dream, I would very much like to know what was wrong with last night's dinner. [ The last time a dream was this realistic, he was in the middle of almost dying. He should hope that isn't the case again. ] But I don't think I would treat this as a game, either. Ah, are those...?

[ He points towards her ears with the very same pastry he'd picked up just before. Are they real? Are they normal? There's talking bears and walking skeletons here, so he can't possibly guess at what anyone's norm is anymore. ]